idek anymore

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack

me: 

  • Kara: hey Alex can you help me with this
  • Alex: is that a lamp
  • Kara: yeah well it's supposed to be a red sun lamp but I can't get it to work
  • Alex: why do you need a red sun lamp what are you--
  • Maggie: *smirking* just help the kid out with her red sun lamp, little danvers has plans
  • Kara: *blushing* I- *fixes glasses* want to surprise Lena later ton--
  • Alex: you know what? I don't even wanna know just hand it over
  • Maggie: trying not to break any more of your furniture I see
this is what I get for being out of the loop for so long....
  • me: *been on hiatus for about 5 months*
  • me: let's check in with the Kpop scene.
  • Kpop industry: *each group has 50 new music videos, 8,000,000 hair changes for each member, 50,000 rookie groups have debuted, 30 groups have disbanded, exo lost all but 2 members, and the fandoms have 247429293883 new inside jokes that look like morse code to me*
  • me: welp...f***
aria in the snow

summary: If you asked most people of Daniel J. Howell’s lot in life, they’d tell you it was pretty good. A small career writing for a fashionable magazine, the heir to one of New York’s most prestigious hotels, the convenience of youth and an ailing millionaire father… what more could an 18-year-old ask for?

So when a night at the symphony turns into the start of a whole new double life in the city’s queer underworld, the heir to New York’s most fashionable hotel will have to learn what is what when you’re dating a cabaret singer, and who is who when that singer becomes a troubled star.

So it’s nothing but fate when things start to fall apart. The catch? It’s the last half of the 1920s–

And this romance is illegal.

word count: 70k+ to be updated weekly

warnings: war violence, angst like woah, period homophobia, thoughts of suicide, alcohol, etc

read on ao3 // playlist 

prologue | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | xii | xiii | xiv | xv | xvi | xvii | xvii | xviii 

excerpt: Dan had heard Phil’s voice down at his piano, but next to him it was something else entirely. The man has a good tone, he wrote. He sings Jeannie with the Light Brown Hair for me. Though antiquated, the charms of the past have obviously not been lost to our young veteran.

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